SpongeBob: ♪La La La La La La La La! Getting Clean! La La La La La doo doo doo! Ohhhh, what a delightful day it is...♪ [soap slips out of SpongeBob's hands] NOOOOOOOOOOO! [Soap lands on the ground far away from the shower] Good thing I have a spare! [opens new bar of soap] I still have one more thing to clean. [sticks soap through his ear and washes his brain. His brain gets clean, and smiles. He gets out of shower and slips through his wringer] Ohh, what would I do without you, wringer? Guess I'd be all wet! [laughs and gets dressed] And now I'm ready to go to work! [slips on soap] AAAAAAA! [ gets up off ground] You've gotta be more careful, SquarePants! [spare bar of soap falls on the floor] Always gotta be watching out for... things. Things like... [notices soap]... that! Oh, I saw ya. Not gonna fool me this time, soap. [soap frowns. Then SpongeBob steps on rubber duckie. He jumps back onto the soap, slipping him in his wringer. He tries to escape] This is not going well.

Patrick: Hey SpongeBob, have you seen my rubber duckie?

SpongeBob: Oh, is that it?

Patrick: I found you! Duckie Duck! [laughs] Quack, quack, quack!

SpongeBob: Uhh, Patrick?

Patrick: Huh...

SpongeBob: I hate to interrupt your reunion, but I kind of need your help over here.

Patrick: What do you need SpongeBob?

SpongeBob: Well, I'm a little stuck, if you know what I mean.

Patrick: Stuck? I can help with that. [reaches for a bottle marked "Forever Glue" and applies it to the wringer] There ya go, buddy! Now you're stuck forever!

SpongeBob: Gee thanks, Patrick! now I'm stuck for- fe, fe, fe, forever. [when the glue stars to dry SpongeBob tries to escape, but it's too late] Patrick, I wanted to get un-stuck not more stuck! How am I going to get to work if I'm stuck here forever? Must get out of Wringer! [SpongeBob uses his eyes, nose and mouth to get out of the wringer but he gets pulled back] AAAAHHHH!!

Patrick:[breaks wringer off of the ground] There, is that better?

SpongeBob: No Patrick. It isn't. How am I supposed to flip patties like this?

Patrick: And are you going to let this wringer get between you and your passion? Those sweet tomatoes, crisp onions. ARE YA, SpongeBob?

SpongeBob: No. I'm won't let it get between me and those crisp onions, sweet tomatoes, fresh lettuce, a flame- broiled patty, a warm bun sprinkled with sesame seeds, served with a smile that says, "HEY! I CAN!" I'm ready!

Patrick: That's the spirit!

SpongeBob: Woo! [crashes into door and falls down the stairs] Don't worry Patrick! My spirits are still high!

Mr. Krabs: Me money! What do you think yer doin'? [he snatches money from a customer] That ain't yours. [He does it again] Thank you very much. When I get my hands on that boy... [SpongeBob struggles to get out of the pole, blasts out, exclaims, crashes into Mr. Krabs and the other customers]

SpongeBob: Here, Mr. Krabs. I'll help.

Mr. Krabs:[shouts] Help?! I think you've helped quite enough today. [shows destroyed restaurant] And don't even think about coming back here until that destructive device of yours is gone. [throws SpongeBob out of the Krusty Krab]

Patrick: Hey SpongeBob, how was work?

SpongeBob: Oh, an absolute disaster. I can't do anything without this stupid wringer getting in the way. Patrick, I am nothing more than a-- a bike rack. A sad, sad, sad, sad little bike rack. [kid chains his bike to the wringer. SpongeBob starts crying]

SpongeBob:[He tries to eat ice cream, but can't because his hands are stuck in the wringer, so he uses his tongue but he can't swallow it] I can't even eat ice cream now?! This stupid wringer's in the way!

Patrick: Okay, if that's how you feel... I won't help you anymore! [As Patrick runs off in tears, visitors form an angry mob and look at SpongeBob.]

SpongeBob: Heh, heh, a lot of drama with that one.

Sandals: Ya know, kid, your body isn't the problem. It's your heart. [Inside SpongeBob's body, his heart starts to groan sadly.] You deserve what you've gotten. C'mon, we're out of here. [The angry mob leaves, listening to what the humanized fish says.] Some people are just born mean.

[cut to Patrick's Rock]

Patrick:[his rock opens to reveal him brushing his teeth] Forget SpongeBob, I don't need him. [brushes his armpit, then his belly button, then puts the toothbrush back in his mouth] I can do whatever I want! [then eats the toothbrush] Ahhh! [he gets off his rock] I don't need him. [looks at SpongeBob's house and almost calls for SpongeBob to come out, but stops himself] Forget it, you're not his friend anymore. I gotta keep myself occupied so I don't think about Sponge-- [stops and covers his mouth] I'm not gonna even say his name! What to do, what to do... I know! I'll have a staring contest! [stares off into space, then blinks] Ohh, fiddlesticks. That game's to hard.

Patrick in a Thought Bubble: Maybe if SpongeBob was here he could give you pointers.

SpongeBob: What's that? I can't hear you what with all the lonely voices in my head.

Patrick: Oh, man -- he's too far gone.

SpongeBob: Not fit to live in society...

Patrick:[crying] This is all my fault! Me and my dumb ideas! [holds up his Forever Glue] I'm so sorry! [A tear falls from his eye and runs down SpongeBob's arm, and lands on the dried glue on the wringer. The tear melts the glue and SpongeBob is able to pull his arm out]

SpongeBob: Patrick! Your tears! They're melting the glue! Keep crying! I'll do the same and maybe I can slip out of this thing! [Both start crying, and all of the glue melts off. He then pulls himself out of the wringer] Look! It worked!

SpongeBob and Patrick: All right! [SpongeBob throws the wringer up in the air]